Calypso and

Odysseus made the great
refusal, passing
on amorous Calypso's
proffered immortality,
an eternal summer
of unhurried love
and everything in bloom.

He wanted to get back
to Penelope, on whom
the years were gathering
like swallows in September;
to that brief vigil of the senses
that remained to them;
to ordinary bliss.

David Callin

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  David Callin would be pleased to hear them.
The image is of Odysseus and calypso, imagined by Erich Von Kugelgen.